Kamsy stood in his father’s office, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. He watched Inishola, his father, pace back and forth, his movements sharp and agitated. The weight of his father’s frustration pressed heavily on Kamsy’s shoulders.“Why didn’t she tell us about the note?” Inishola asked again, his voice a low growl. He adjusted his blue suit jacket, a briefcase ready by his side for his trip to Florida. He had a mission to attend to, but now this unexpected issue with Emily was throwing everything off balance.“She didn’t think much about it,” Kamsy replied, trying to keep his tone steady. “And the other day, she got attacked at school by a hooded man.”Inishola’s eyes flashed with anger. “And you are just telling me this now?” he roared, making Kamsy flinch. The intensity of his father’s fury was palpable.“Sorry, Father,” Kamsy said quickly. “I thought I could handle everything. You’re busy, and I didn’t want to involve you.”Inishola took a deep breath, trying to cal
The hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a constant reminder of the urgency and gravity of their situation. Kamsy held Emily close, feeling the tension in her body slowly begin to ease as the minutes ticked by. He glanced over at his father, who was still deep in conversation on his phone, his face a mask of concentration and determination.Kamsy’s mind raced with a million thoughts. He couldn’t shake the guilt of not involving his father sooner, and the worry of what might come next weighed heavily on him. Yet, amidst the chaos, he found solace in Emily’s presence. Her trust in him, despite everything, gave him the strength to face the challenges ahead.After what felt like hours, Inishola finally ended his call and walked over to where Kamsy and Emily were sitting. He looked at them both, his expression softening slightly as he spoke.“We’re heading to one of our safe houses in Florida. It’s well-secured and off the grid,” Inishola explained. “We’ll be safe there while we figure
Angelo sat in his dimly lit office, his mind consumed with thoughts of Emily. He couldn't shake the image of her being attacked, and the rage that simmered just beneath the surface threatened to boil over. He had been relentless in his search for the man responsible, and now, finally, he had him.The hooded man was bound to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low. Angelo stood before him, a cold, calculating expression on his face. The man had a wild look in his eyes, a twisted smile playing at his lips as he stared back at Angelo."Who sent you to hurt Emily?" Angelo's voice was low and dangerous, filled with barely contained fury.The man laughed, a high, manic sound that echoed off the walls. "You think you scare me?" he taunted, his voice dripping with derision. "You're just a lovesick fool."Angelo's jaw tightened, but he didn't react. He had dealt with men like this before—men who thrived on fear and chaos. He knew that showing anger would only fuel the man's def
Angelo sat at his mahogany desk, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. The realization that Victor Serkov was after Emily had set a fire within him. He couldn't let her be harmed, and he certainly couldn't let her brothers or anyone else get involved. This was his responsibility, his burden to bear.He picked up his phone and dialed his most trusted associate. "Marco, I need you to send a message to Inishola. Tell him I want to make a deal and that I have critical information for him. Make sure it reaches him by tonight. We're moving to Florida."Marco's voice crackled on the other end. "Understood, boss. I'll handle it personally."Angelo hung up and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. Emily's safety was paramount, but dealing with Serkov would not be easy. Serkov was known for his ruthlessness and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Angelo needed to be one step ahead at all times.He rose from his chair and
"We have to move to Europe," was the first thing Inishola said as he strode into the mansion."Again!" his sister Amy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration."Yes, again," Inishola replied, his voice firm. "I got some information about a man named Victor Serkov. He's after Emily.""Why?" Kamsy asked, a frown creasing his forehead."How would I know?" Inishola snapped. "Some kid named Angelo gave me this information, and the way he sounded, he was worried.""Angelo?" Emily repeated, a smile tugging at her lips. "My Angelo?" she asked again, her heart racing at the thought of him.Kamsy stared at her, confusion written all over his face. "Yes," Inishola confirmed. "He said he loves you and can't stand to let you get hurt. So, we're all moving to Europe with him.""How can we trust him?" Kamsy argued, his voice rising. "I mean, he knows her family. He might just be doing this to get Emily back to them.""That's true, Dad," Amy mumbled with a sigh, crossing her arms.Emily nodded
The air was thick with tension as the mansion's residents prepared for their impending move. Every corner of the grand home buzzed with urgency, guards moved to and fro, and staff hurriedly packed essentials. Emily stood in her room, staring at the hastily filled suitcase on her bed. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her chest, but she steeled herself with determination.Kamsy entered the room quietly, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.Emily leaned back into him, finding solace in his embrace. "It's just overwhelming," she admitted. "I can't believe this is happening. That someone is after me... it's surreal.""We'll get through this," Kamsy assured her. "We're all in this together."As they stood there, a knock on the door drew their attention. Inishola stepped in, his expression stern but caring. "It's time," he said. "The cars are ready. We need t
The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the constant hum of activity that once filled it. Kelsey, Alex, and Tony sat in the living room, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of Emily's absence hanging heavily over them. It had been months since she was taken, and the emptiness she left behind was palpable.Kelsey leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands clasped together tightly. His face was etched with a mixture of regret and determination. He had sold Emily out of spite, but now, the guilt was eating him alive. He couldn't forgive himself for what he had done, and the thought of her being out there, possibly in danger, kept him up at night.Alex sat across from him, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed on the floor. He was the strategist of the family, always the one with a plan. But now, he felt helpless. Every lead they had followed had turned into a dead end, and the frustration was gnawing at him. He wanted to find Emily more than anything, t
Inishola’s mansion was eerily silent as Kamsy read the urgent message from his father. The words on the screen were clear: "Get out. Now. Her brothers are coming."Kamsy’s heart raced. He had to act quickly. Emily and Amy were in the garden, oblivious to the imminent danger. He rushed outside, his mind spinning with plans to get them to safety."Emily, Amy, we need to leave," Kamsy said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Now."Amy looked up, confused. "What’s going on, Kamsy?""No time to explain. Pack only what you need. We have to be out of here in ten minutes."Emily’s face paled as she saw the urgency in his eyes. She didn’t argue. Instead, she sprinted inside to grab her essentials. Amy followed suit, her mind filled with questions but knowing better than to delay.Kamsy made a quick call to Inishola. "Dad, we’re moving now. Do we have a secure location?""Yes, a safe house in Zurich. I’ll send you the coordinates. Be careful, Kamsy."Hanging up, Kamsy went to the garage and star